I’m tired. I’m upset. I’m confused. I’m sad.
About…. everything? …nothing?
I’m tired that I’m upset, and I’m confused why I’m said.
And none of my thoughts can be processed properly into words.
I cannot fantom what on earth is going on in my mind because I simply don’t understand it.
I don’t cry a lot. Usually.
I’ve nothing to cry about, or for.
Yet every time I think, it’s followed by tears.
I’m plunging into a dark abyss.
But I’ve nothing to be tired about.
I’ve nothing to be upset about.
I’ve nothing to be confused about.
And I’ve nothing to be sad about.
Except the future, of course.
But I “shouldn’t worry about that. It’ll work out.”
I keep asking my self when.
When will it work out?
When will my life begin to make sense?
Because currently, it doesn’t.
Not even this post.